The whole street is parked up. They're already parked on the meadow. And barrier tape everywhere. "I've done a nice job," says Wolfgang Renner (59) as he manoeuvres through the line of colourfully decorated club buses. "The start of the youth race will take place shortly," can be heard from the announcer's van over the sports field.
Renner pulls at his left shirt sleeve to reveal his wristwatch. "Youth first? I'm way too early," he realises and pushes his sleeve back without a crease. He used to arrive half an hour before the race, he says, at the earliest, and that was enough. Number on and cold start. "I usually knew beforehand that I was going to win." That was three decades ago.